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A/N: '' – Basically means that the character is thinking

"" – Basically means that the character is speaking

Italicized words are from the parchment

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The Letter

Chapter2

After the oh so delicious treat that Hagrid made for the glorious golden trio, Hermione and her friends marched instantly back to the Gryffindor tower. The boys headed straight to their rooms and tried to cure themselves from food poisoning using a muggle sort of treatment.

Hermione on the other hand used her better judgment and used her wand instead. This ingenuity had earned her a little bit more of time, privacy and a chance to read the mysterious letter. She hadn't read it, which meant that the message was still intact.

For once, the know-it-all is at a loss for words. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd close those big red lips of yours…

Hermione did not feel the least bit upset. She's grown accustomed to being called a know-it-all. She did feel a little amused. 'Big red lips eh?' She pulled her quill and started scribbling onto the parchment.

I thought I'd check in with you and think that I'm snubbing you. I don't want to hurt your feelings. Now about that message, the thing you said about my lips, don't you think the more appropriate word is 'luscious'? You should try to be more creative with your words.

Hermione smiled feeling a little triumphant as she pictured the reaction of her quill-mate. Within seconds, she received a reply.

Don't be so full of yourself mudblood! Your lips aren't luscious at all! I was talking figuratively, meaning your mouth always makes annoying noises that no one finds amusing except of course for McGonagall…

'I'm winning!' Hermione's lips curved into a smile at the thought. She counted up to ten before writing back on the quill ever so slowly.

That was fast. I had a feeling you were waiting for my reply. I can't tell you how much this means to me. You know, to have a fan who can't seem to stop thinking of me. You even came up with a way to communicate with me. I'm telling you, that is so sweet!

Hermione then added another message so she could rest for the night.

Well, it is getting late. I have to get my beauty sleep just so you can see me fresh tomorrow morning. I'm doing this just for you.

This time Hermione started giggling. 'That'll teach him, whoever he is, to pick a fight with me.'

The Slytherin common room only had one visitor that night, a blonde wizard to be precise. There was something glowing in his hand, which seemed to annoy the young wizard. "That arrogant mudblood bi…"

"What's the matter Draco? Another unsuccessful game? Who's the prey this time?" Blaise Zabini sauntered into the room noticing his friend's sour mood.

"It's really none of your business Blaise…" Draco wanted to add a few more words but the parchment glowed once again. "That bloody mudblood!"

Blaise was able to read the message as well. "Mudblood eh? It must be that Gryffindor mudblood. She's the only one I know that would be brave enough for this…"

"She has gone too far! She'll pay for this absurdity!" Draco rolled the parchment and started to walk to his dormitory.

"She's really gotten into your skin eh mate? Would you like me to get back at her for you? The good thing with this spell is you don't know who you're writing to. Someone could easily replace the original party." Blaise raced to his friend's side.

"I'll do it myself!" Draco was starting to think of the things that he could do to irritate his quill-mate.

"But you're already emotionally involved here. You can't win that way." Blaise reasoned.

"I'm not planning to use this stupid parchment anymore!" Draco almost growled in annoyance.

"Not responding to her is the same as admitting that she won. You can't let a Gryffindor best a Slytherin!" Blaise tried once more. "Give me the parchment and I'll make sure that she won't win. You can still do what you want to her. Actually, that would be a good diversion. This way she won't have a clue as to the identity of who's writing back to her."

"Fine!" Draco threw the parchment across the room to get Blaise off his back.

'Finally! What a good day this turned out to be.' Blaise had a smirk on his face similar to what Draco usually wears.

A/N: Hi! I'm on the process of finishing "Last Chance". After that, I would then move on to either "Picture Perfect" or "Summer Camp". This is practically just a side project so that I won't be bored. It's kind of draining to continue my previous fics when there are so many ideas/plots floating in my mind.

Oh and mind you, I live in a country wherein the English language is not the primary language so please be kind with the reviews. I did try to have beta readers but since I do not update as frequently as I should, I feel rather embarrassed to contact my previous betas after so long… So in short, I apologize for the English…

Lorett: don't worry I know wat u mean

VictoriaM2006: im mostly a dr/hr kind of writer but if u like I cud hav put a little bit romance bet the two friends

Everybody else: thanks for the reviews!